Unordered Tales
By Brooklands
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Tiny burgers at the Penguin bash
They had the plasma screen showing Huw from the BBC news with the sound down. It looked like the world was teetering because the footage was of missiles by grey-scale night vision. And then it was a map and North Korea glowing like a big red button. And we all felt a bit awkward or angry or distant and Hari Kunzru was there and Simon Armitage was drunk
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A: Think of Breakfast
Think of breakfast as a setting sail. A poem.
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Abecedary for London
Another abecedary. This one goes out to the big smoke.
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Bid for a readership
Welcome, weary traveller, into this musty tab: take your finger off the mouse wheel, tune your ear to the centrifugal hard drive - it's discus of memory and memory of history. All the places
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Bitten and painted
A story about seafood, fashion and footwear.
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Breakfast
Give me your hand, my dear, dip your fingers in to this bowl of tepid porridge. Close your eyes.
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Careful, love, I'm thinking of Morrissey
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Page 200 from a novel you have not read
The 200th page from a novel that doesn't exist
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It is sometimes useful to imagine your housemates are dead
They have pissed in a baking tray, they save lung fudge in a clamp jar
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The First Date Vs. The Drunk
Clive clocks love birds in need of his wisdom. With the confidence of a traffic accident black spot, he swims across. His beard’s begun to clot with peanut dust and chits of shattered poppadom.
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